Chapter 14

Rodrigo had never been drugged like this before. He had always been in good health, and apart from some anesthesia for his wisdom teeth removal, he had never been put under. For a while, there was only darkness. Then, little by little, the stimulus got through. Rodrigo would later think of himself as a surfacing fish. He heard things, but they were muffled, like he was under water.

"He looks..."

"Diet."

&qu ot;-bigger. Get him to-"

There was a distinct sensation of being moved. Next were the lights. His eyes fluttered open and closed, a flurry of color filling the darkness. Finally, and with a constant sound pushing him along, he felt his mind bob above the surface. Rodrigo's skull pounded; his body felt sluggish, but he was awake. His face was ground into a pink carpet. He groaned, flopped over, and looked around him, bewildered. His puffy face hung dumbly as the sounds kept repeating. Eventually, Rodrigo shook his head and looked for where the sound came from. He listened.

"...go? R....go? Ro...rigo? Rodrigo?"

Rodrigo's vision sharpened. He attempted to shake off the brain fog that plagued him. The drugs were clearly still in his system. Most of the room looked like any other, but there was a massive tan dome on the bed that had no explanation. Rodrigo continued looking around for the person calling his name, who had stopped. Then he heard it again. Rodrigo blinked, noticing an arm sticking out from the dome. His eyes went wide.

"Kumar?? That can't be you."

A sound that was half wheeze, half sigh came from the blob. Rodrigo rolled himself onto his stomach and began the halting, awkward rise to his feet. Kumar spoke again, his voice dampened.

"Um. Well, I might look a little different, but-"

Rodrigo stumbled over to the reinforced bed and gasped. Kumar had been over 400 pounds over a year ago, and had to have added at least a hundred more pounds to his overloaded frame. Maybe more. His arms and legs stuck out as far as they could go. His torso was huge, overburdened with feet of lard bulging out in all directions. His hands looked smaller, but that was a result of the fat widening his fingers. It looked like Kumar had lost his ankles, the flesh under his knee bloating outward until it connected to his heel. The worst of all was his face. Kumar had gained so much that he no longer had a neck, just a series of chins that it looked like he was sinking into. His eyes were permanently stuck in a squint, and his massive cheeks morphed his once-energetic grin into a pout.

"Can you not look at me like that?" Kumar bleated, squirming. Rodrigo blinked again but didn’t stop staring.

"What the fuck did they do to you?" Rodrigo demanded. At the same time, he waddled to the door, knowing it was locked but dismayed just the same. Kumer lay surrounded by his fat, slowly lifting one puffy arm towards Rodrigo in an attempt at a shrug.

"Well- you know it's funny. One thing led to another, and..."

Rodrigo spun back to his former colleague and grimaced. Jessica mentioned that she had let Kumar choose what happened to him. How could this be his preference? She had to be lying.

"Did they drug you too? Brainwashing? We can't let them get away with this. Cmon."

Rodrigo grabbed one of Kumar's fat hands and tugged. Other than some fat bunching up, there was hardly a change. Rodrigo scowled.

"Can you at least try?"

Kumar nodded and gritted his teeth with the effort. Even with Rodrigo's help, though, it was fruitless. Kumar shifted forty degrees to the side before the fat forced him back, wobbling like a waterbed. He laced his fat hands in the fold where his tits met his belly. Oddly, Rodrigo thought he looked content. After a few minutes, Kumar spoke.

"Will you calm down?"

Rodrigo didn’t want to calm down. He very much wanted this nightmare to be over. Calming down meant accepting his current circumstances. This version of Rodrigo Tortella may be obese and out of shape, but he still had his pride. He took a few steps back and rammed the door with his shoulder, wincing at how much his belly and ass jiggled upon impact. Kumar just watched, knowing that within a few minutes he would tire himself out. Without fail, Rodrigo did, sinking to a sweaty heap on the floor. After his breathing had gone down, Kumar spoke again.

"You won’t get out. Even if you do, the town's twenty miles away. That would be a tough task even if you were fit. Besides-" Kumar arched an eyebrow. He hadn’t gotten a great view of Rodrigo until he started slamming the door, but now that he had, there was something notable about his former colleagues' appearance.

"You got fatter. Didn’t you?"

Rodrigo didn’t need to answer; the rising color in his cheeks did all the talking. Kumar giggled.

"What are you at now?"

Rodrigo let out a groan and hefted his gut.

"330. It’s this stupid stomach; I’m just so damn hungry all the time. "Even months of fasting doesn't seem to help."

Kumar nodded knowingly.

"You’re past the point of no return. Same as me. That’s why I’m here."

Rodrigo looked at Kumar.

"So you did come here willingly?"

Kumar snorted.

"I guess you can call it that. It was either live a normal life or come here. Only problem is that there is no normal life for a 400 pounder. I knew exactly how awful it would be after being just regular fat for so long."

Rodrigo’s head sank to his chest, the only thing in his sight being the curve of his belly.

"At least here, my needs are taken care of. And look-"

Kumar grunted as he brought a laptop to Rodrigo’s side of the bed. He looked at the screen, where Kumar was eating several large cakes. A stream of comments were coming in, praising his appetite and body. Some wanted him to eat more; others called him a good piggy, but all of them were raptured by the display.

"We all have fans. They're a little strange at times, but they really like how my body looks. At this point, I’ll take it."

Rodrigo remained silent for a moment. His head spun. He knew this was all happening, but Kumar’s admission complicated things.

"How did you get here?" Kumar asked.

"Well, I tracked Jessica down to this location. I wanted to take her down, to get you out of here."

Kumar laughed at that. The action shot ripples down his chins, arms, and belly rolls.

"That’s cute. But really. I’m good. Listen, you should-"

A knock at the door cut off whatever Kumar had to say. Rodrigo heard a voice past the wall. It was Jessica.

"Ready to talk?"
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